I am all at once Not enoughAnd far Too much ExplodingOverflowingWith emptiness ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am a mystery only because I do not want you to seeMe and all

In recent years I have started to become A woman I only halfway recognize in the mirrorShe is taller Her hair is darkerA brow more wrinkledYet a

My shaky bones have started to steady againThey are not this morningTrying to wrench themselves out of my skin I am eating breakfast againI have

Lately I have been haunted My insides carved out My tarot cards laying unread on my nightstand I do not feel myself againAs happensWhen I refuse each

I have not learned Not to love Those that don’t see meFor all my poetry and my scarsFor my unsung music And the reason my unplayed guitarHangs on

I feel anew every springBlooming exactly as the cherry blossoms doSoftly pink, sweetly demanding attentionPollen settling into nosesAs we sneeze the winter cold out of

I have written before about the way in which you must lose yourself Before you can come homeAnd I have spoken of it as though it

I have been watching the moon latelyEven more than usualShe seems to be growing faster than she normally doesSwelling with the tension of my next

He asked me if I am good at loving casually As he held me in his arms in his bedTracing the line of my spine with

I have a habit of believing I deserve each bad thing that happens to meBecause it wouldn’t be fair to only assume everything happens for